| Straight: Infidelity: Her Body Language (1/9) |
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I suppose I should begin by describing Jeannie. Jeannie is in her mid-thirties but has taken very good care of herself. She has a body that many women ten years younger would be proud of. She is around 5'8" tall and svelte without being skinny. She has kept the slim arms and flat stomach that many woman say goodbye to in their 20's. Jeannie has not had children, so she has not had to fight to regain her figure after pregnancy. She does a lot of physical activity – sports and dancing – so her legs are toned, well muscled, and very shapely. She has a rear end that has supplied me with many hours of pleasant daydreams. It is beautifully curved, and watching her walk from behind is pure pleasure! Above her slim waist, Jeannie's breasts are full without being heavy. She has a mass of long red curly hair, which she wears loose, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She has perfectly clear, smooth, pale skin, and her face is pretty rather than beautiful with startling green eyes that always seem to be laughing and sparkling. Jeannie also knows how to dress to display her body to the best advantage. She is not a flashy or trashy dresser, but wears classic clothes that are tight in all the right places. By now you will have guessed that I am describing someone that I find more than a little attractive. Jeannie and I work together, and I have to confess that seeing her around the office is one of the bright points of my days. We have worked at the same transportation company for about seven years. We don’t work closely, but occasionally work on sales proposals together, and we see each other frequently. We had always enjoyed each other's company and chatted from time to time, but never anything other than the usual topics that colleagues discuss: the weather, traffic, weekend activities, vacation plans and the like. Although I would have loved to have got closer to Jeannie, I knew she was married. Also, being happily married myself and a couple of years older, I was resigned to Jeannie being no more than a fantasy. My wife more than fulfils my sexual needs, and I have no complaints or reason to need more. But even so, I enjoyed the occasional session of solitary fantasy with Jeannie as the object. A couple of years ago, Jeannie and I were talking and discovered that we had a shared love of East Indian food. Many people in North America haven’t been exposed to Indian food in the way that it is popular in, say, Britain. So, we decided that we should go for lunch one day. We spent a couple of hours over lunch, enjoying a variety of dishes. Jeannie was as fond of the fiery hot food as I am. We talked about many things and I don’t think either of us really wanted lunch to end. But the reality of work and some pressing deadlines meant that we had to get back. However, we agreed that we should make lunch a regular part of our calendar so that we could indulge in our mutual love of Indian cuisine. I tried not to appear to be too eager for our next lunch date. I didn't want to come across as the old lecher taking a younger married lady to lunch, but to be honest, I would have been happy to have spent every lunch hour in Jeannie's company. However, within a couple of weeks she |
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